"Malfoy, no! Please wake up!" Harry rode a rocket crossbow, avoiding the spells fired by the platinum boy riding Nimbus 2001 behind him. Oh, this broom was given to Harry by him. Harry was cursed and knocked off the broom. "Well, Draco... What's wrong with you..." Harry cried, tears flowing from his heart and eyes. The platinum young master walked towards him, different from his usual high-spiritedness, as if... Different. The young man pulled Harry's hair and forced him to look at him. He held the wand in one hand and placed it firmly on Harry's neck. Harry was sore from being pulled that he whimpered softly. He looked at Draco, his emerald eyes filled with tears. The man behind Draco ordered him to "kill him". Harry thought he was finished, closed his eyes and was willing to wait for death. After all, it would be better to die at the hands of the one you love. But Draco didn't take action. He was struggling against the Soul-Eating Curse. After all, the boy in front of him was the boy he thought about day and night, and felt his heart and soul. However, under the influence of the spell, he couldn't bear it anymore. A green light shot out from Draco's wand, and Harry accepted it with a smile. Avada Kedavra, Harry fainted. He felt that his life was passing by. He was able to withstand the Unforgivable Curse as a baby because of his mother's love. This time, he didn't know what would happen. "Fool, I am content to die in your hands, don't cry..." Draco came back to his senses, touched his lover's face in horror, and cried bitterly. He hates, he regrets... It's too late. He buried his head on Harry's shoulder, not caring about aristocratic etiquette, and his usually meticulously combed hair was messy in the wind. He lowered his head and kissed his lover's eyebrows - not long ago he was looking at him with a lively voice, "Fool, why are you crying? I'm fine." The young man raised his head after hearing this. The emerald lover was looking at him tenderly, and Draco's eyes were filled with stars in an instant. "Harry... I'm sorry... You..." It's love, and the Death Curse failed again. Not just motherly love, not just friendship, but a separation from the secular world, never leaving. As a result, Draco came out of the fantasy, hugged Harry's slowly cooling body, and cast a death curse on himself. In the wind, a pair of fateful mandarin ducks continued their love, which has been passed down through the ages. After Harry woke up, he found out...
Purpose: to break away from the world